Friday, December 5, 2003

a sigh or two

a scattering of stubborn days clings to season's end.
if she could, she would take a mighty breath and disperse them above and behind her, for this has been a year of upheaval and heartache.
and as she blows, she would wish inwardly: for the bareness to bestow purification and peace, and for the end to be a beginning - of growth and grace and future.

"and as she blows, she would wish inwardly: for the bareness to bestow purification and peace, and for the end to be a beginning - of growth and grace and future."Ah! I love it! I'm pretending these are written with me in mind. ;) That fits so well.And the picture is ethereal. Gorgeous!